Dai Shiya's eyes passed over the crowd of people drinking and fell on the flashing neon lights outside the window.
The bustling and noisy city seemed to be isolated by a thin film. In her eyes, the little lights were like beasts lurking in the night, flashing disturbing lights.
Is the crisis really over?
A lingering doubt always lingered in her heart.
"Shiya, what are you looking at?" Wei Qing followed her line of sight and found nothing except the dazzling night view.
"Don't worry, we won thoroughly this time, and those guys won't be able to make any waves in a short time."
Dai Shiya retracted her gaze and shook her head gently.
"I always feel that things are not that simple. This victory came too easily, just like..." She paused and looked for a suitable metaphor, "It's like the calm before the storm, which makes people uneasy."
She decided to re-sort out the family's recent affairs, perhaps she could find some clues from them.
Dai Shiya walked to the study and spread out the heavy documents one by one, scanning every line of numbers and every name with a focused eye.
The room was so quiet that the ticking of the wall clock could be heard. This calm atmosphere seemed to hide a turbulent undercurrent, and a subtle sense of uneasiness was quietly spreading.
At the same time, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was still warm.
The family members were immersed in the joy of resolving the crisis and did not care about Dai Shiya's vigilance.
The bubbles of champagne jumped in the crystal glasses, and laughter came one after another. They enjoyed this hard-won relaxed atmosphere.
Dai Shiya's behavior seemed a bit out of place to them, and some people even began to whisper.
"Is Shiya too nervous? It's already this time, what are you still busy in the study?"
"That's right, it's not easy to win, it's time to relax!"
These voices came to Dai Shiya's ears intermittently, and she felt helpless and anxious.
The cheerful atmosphere was in sharp contrast to her inner tension. She seemed to be alone on the eve of a storm, and everything around her seemed so unreal.
She rubbed her brows and refocused her attention on the information in front of her. Her fingertips gently slid across the lines of data. Suddenly, her movements stopped and her eyes were fixed on an inconspicuous report...
"Wait," she whispered to herself, "this number..."
Dai Shiya ignored the noise coming from the banquet hall. She knew that the crisis had not been truly resolved.
Instead of immersing herself in false comfort, it is better to seize this precious opportunity to find out the hidden enemies.
She stood up and left the study, and walked firmly towards the various departments of the family.
The corridor was covered with soft wool carpets, and every step was silent, but her inner determination was like a blazing flame, dispersing the surrounding fog.
From the Finance Department to the Marketing Department, and then to the Human Resources Department, Dai Shiya carefully checked every document, not missing any details.
The air was filled with a faint scent of paper and ink, mixed with the unique atmosphere of each department - the dullness of the Finance Department, the vitality of the Marketing Department, and the seriousness of the Human Resources Department. These atmospheres intertwined to form a unique atmosphere.
Dai Shiya's fingertips slid across the paper, making a slight rustling sound. This sound was particularly clear in the silent office, like a trace of time passing.
Finally, in an inconspicuous employee file in the Human Resources Department, Dai Shiya found a hint of abnormality.
It was a small but frequent flow of funds into an unfamiliar account.
Dai Shiya's eyes lit up, and hope ignited in her originally suppressed heart, as if a ray of light appeared in the darkness.
The office was filled with her excitement, and even the air seemed to become active.
She immediately found the head of the Human Resources Department and handed him the file.
"What's the matter with this amount?" Dai Shiya's voice was calm and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.
The head took the file, his eyes flickered, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"This... This is a welfare subsidy for employees." His voice trembled a little, and his eyes avoided Dai Shiya's sharp eyes.
The atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense. Dai Shiya's firmness formed a sharp contrast with the head's panic. The air was full of suspicion and confrontation.
Dai Shiya's eyes were fixed on the supervisor, with a barely perceptible sneer on the corner of her mouth.
"Welfare subsidies? Every month, and the amount is the same? Do you think I will believe such a lame lie?"
The supervisor's face became even paler, his lips trembled slightly, but he could not speak.
He subconsciously wanted to pull the file back, but was held down by Dai Shiya.
"I advise you to tell the truth," Dai Shiya's voice was low and cold, like the north wind in winter, "otherwise..." She did not finish her words, but increased the strength of her hands, and
the supervisor's hands trembled even more. He swallowed hard, "I..."
"I say!" The supervisor finally collapsed, and he trembled and pointed to the name on the file, "This person... He is not an employee of our company, he is... Someone arranged him in."
"Who arranged it?" Dai Shiya pressed on step by step, her tone as sharp as a knife.
"I... I don't know, I just followed orders and gave him a sum of money every month..." The supervisor's voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.
Dai Shiya got a name and an account number. Although the clue was weak, it was enough to make her excited.
She learned from her supervisor that this mysterious man was related to the old enemy of the family that she had defeated before. The
new enemy was indeed related to the old enemy!
A sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously, and she felt full of strength.
The originally oppressive atmosphere in the office was broken by her confidence, and admiring eyes began to be cast on her.
She was like a general who planned and won a crucial victory on the battlefield.
It was late at night, and Dai Shiya returned home, exhausted physically and mentally.
She rubbed her sore temples, pushed open the door of the study, and a faint fragrance came to her face.
There was a cup of steaming milk on the table, and a small plate of exquisite snacks next to it.
"Thank you for your hard work." A low and gentle voice sounded behind her.
Dai Shiya turned around and saw her mysterious husband standing at the door with a gentle smile on his face.
The dim light sprinkled on his face, outlining his angular outline,
"How do you know I'm not asleep yet?" Dai Shiya walked to the table and picked up the milk, and the warmth spread from her fingertips to her whole body.
"The light in your study is still on." The mysterious husband walked to her side and gently embraced her in his arms, "I know you are very tired today." His embrace was warm and powerful, like a safe harbor, which gradually relaxed Dai Shiya's tense nerves.
"I'm fine." Dai Shiya leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth coming from him, "Just a little tired."
"Drink some milk and go to bed early." The mysterious husband gently stroked her hair, his tone gentle and doting.
Dai Shiya took a sip of milk, and the rich milk fragrance spread in her mouth, dispelling the fatigue on her body.
She raised her head, looked into her husband's eyes, and whispered: "I found some clues today..."
"Tell slowly, don't rush." The mysterious husband gently interrupted her, and
Dai Shiya told her husband in detail what happened today, including the clues she found and her speculation.
The mysterious husband listened quietly, nodded from time to time, with a wise light flashing in his eyes.
"Where do you think they will contact?" Dai Shiya asked, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
The mysterious husband pondered for a moment, walked to the window, looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window, and slowly said: "Maybe..." His words stopped abruptly, and his eyes fell on an inconspicuous building in the distance, "Where?"
Dai Shiya's heartbeat gradually accelerated as the clues emerged. She seemed to have grasped a thread connecting the truth, and excitement spread in her chest, like a volcano about to erupt.
The air in the room also became active, full of the fragrance of hope, as if the goddess of victory was smiling at her.
She seemed to be in a sunny garden, with birds singing and flowers blooming, and everything was full of vitality.
"If I were them, I would choose an inconspicuous place that can easily observe our movements..." Dai Shiya's fingers slid gently on the map, her eyes swept across every corner of the city, and finally stopped at an inconspicuous building.
"It's here!" She stood up suddenly, her tone was firm and excited, and her eyes flashed with confidence.
"Prepare the vehicle immediately, we will go there now!" Dai Shiya's voice was crisp and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.
She quickly changed into a neat black suit and tied her long hair into a ponytail. She looked heroic, like a female general about to go to war.
The night enveloped the city, and vehicles sped along the streets. The roar of the engines was like a drum, urging them forward.
Dai Shiya sat in the car, staring at the scenery outside the window that was rapidly receding, her heart full of anticipation and nervousness.
The car was filled with a faint scent of leather, mixed with the coolness of the night, which refreshed people.
Finally, they arrived at their destination.
It was an old office building with mottled and peeling exterior walls and mostly dim windows, which looked particularly eerie in the night.
There was silence all around, with only a few occasional barks of dogs, which added to the eerie atmosphere here.
Dai Shiya and her mysterious husband quickly got out of the car and walked towards the building with firm steps.
The corridor was filled with damp and moldy smells, and large pieces of paint on the walls fell off, revealing mottled walls.
Under the dim light, everything looked even more dilapidated.
They arrived at the target room, Dai Shiya took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
However, the scene in front of her stunned her.
The room was empty and in a mess.
Tables and chairs were overturned, documents were scattered all over the floor, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
Some documents were hastily destroyed, leaving only incomplete fragments, scattered like puzzles in every corner of the room.
Dai Shiya walked quickly to the table, picked up a few fragments, and pieced them together carefully.
Some words and numbers can be vaguely seen on them, but most of the content has been burned and cannot be recognized.
"Damn it!" Dai Shiya cursed in a low voice. She realized that the enemy was more cunning than she thought. They noticed her actions one step ahead and destroyed all the evidence.
The original excitement in the room disappeared instantly, replaced by a depressing silence, as if the air had solidified.
"It seems that we are a step late." The mysterious husband walked to her side, his tone was calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He bent down, picked up a piece of burnt wood on the ground, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.
"The smell of gasoline," he raised his head and looked at Dai Shiya, "They should not have been away for long."
Dai Shiya did not speak, but tightly grasped the fragments of documents in her hand, her knuckles turning white.
Her eyes scanned every corner of the room, trying to find a clue.
Suddenly, her eyes stopped on an inconspicuous box in the corner of the wall...
"Wait," she pointed at the box, her voice low, "What is that?"